"—Why. Yes. Yes, actually. So do I. But at least I don't lie about it." And that somehow makes it better?" I charged. "It's somehow okay that everyb...ody looks at you funny because you deserve it? 'Oh, it's no problem that I'm actually in therapy, because I'm so fucked up, I ought to be!' "Trina froze in place, her face speculative, as if I had suddenly said something interesting. "Ah, yes. Therapy. The vaunted family therapy. Tell me, Arie. Is it truly worth the effort?" What?" I said. The floor. Then bobby called me to a another room separetaly and ther i was astonished to see twelve negros all black men sitting around.bobby toll me that these are the men who will fuck my wife while he and the photographer will make the blue film.i told bobby are u crazy . These men will make my wife dead and all of them going to fuck together.bobby told me that it’s a gang bang blue film which is liked in all countries and that’s why he is offering a good money.he put the cash on the table .i thought. Again, choose your leader well. Live in peace. I am leaving with my son's, daughters and mates." Chanil was beaming during the announcement. She had to go over and hug her son Jaklow. He blushed and quickly told her to stop. He was a grown man now. As if that made a difference to his mother.I had discovered when packing up that both Chanil (29) and Amna (28) had daughters, Shira (5) and Blina (8) respectively. Amna was also the mother of Jurra (15) a blue eyed blonde who is another one of my. He undid his jeans button and zipper and fished out his long prick, she leaned back and smiled up at him. He gripped his member and let it flop onto her upturned face and rubbed it down her cheek. Then he rubbed it up her other cheek, down her nose and over her mouth. She only parted her lips slightly letting his manhood stroke its way down her chin. He was stiffening as he made another pass rubbing himself over her face. His next pass stroked sideways from one cheek over her lips to the other.